January 4, 2010 - A Mess With a Life of Its Own

It's not pretty, it's not clean and it won't ever have its own magazine photo spread - but that's what makes it just right. It is where we cuddle with our little one, sing the alphabet song, watch for fleeting smiles, dim the lights for late night feedings, read Dr. Seuss, change amazingly poop-filled diapers, sometimes have impromptu dinners with a baby in one hand and a fork in the other and it is where we LIVE.

Since Georgia was born almost three months ago, our cozy living room went from neat and simple and dusted to this:

And if I had the vision of those ladies with the glass balls, I'd probably see this living room looking like this well into the future - just replace the rattles and teethers with bits of colorful, broken crayons, half-drunk sippy cups, glittery princess dresses, mommy's high heels and young, blossoming artwork of crooked lines and blotchy scribbles.

Isn't it called a living room because it's so full of life? I know mine is, and it makes me smile - a big, goofy, messy smile.